The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As if he was grabbing onto a chick, Sandra held Samuel and turned around.

Then, he saw a tall and burly disciple standing behind him.

The disciple had chiseled jaws and almond-shaped eyes.

With his extremely cold expression, one could tell that he was a nasty person at a glance.

“You are?” Sandra looked at the person in front of him.

When Samuel saw the person, his eyes lit up.

Then, with a flushed face, he said with great difficulty, ”John… John… Save me…”

John did not even spare a glance at Samuel.

“Someone wants me to break one of your arms and legs, and hand over those spirit stones that don’t belong to you.

Are you going to do it yourself, or do you need my help?”

”Oh?” Sandra glanced at Samuel.

Samuel was so terrified that he felt his soul almost leaving his body.

When he felt the murderous intent that Sandra emitted, Samuel felt his internal organs tremble.

“No… It’s not me… It’s…” Samuel was about to mention Peter, but at the thought of the consequences being worse, Samuel bit his tongue.

However, the fear in his eyes was obvious.

Although Sandra was not as proficient in the pathway to immortality as these disciples who were in the sect for a long time, the wisdom of the ways of the world was common sense.

Hence, when Sandra saw Samuel’s expression, he gave it a quick thought and instantly understood.

The disciple Samuel addressed as John was probably sent by his support.

After all, Sandra was also suspicious as to why Samuel, who was only a mid-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator, would have so many spirit stones?

Did he really think all the peak first-stage disciples were blind and foolish?

Sandra realized that Samuel was only the lapdog of the disciples in the higher realm than him.

John, his position was naturally slightly higher than Samuel’s, and

tossed Samuel to the

casual action caused a loud bang,

Samuel’s head bled again, and his body

Sandra did not take another glance at Samuel, but he directly looked at John and sneered, “Breaking my arm and

just said those words, but

afraid, and he showed a proud and

“Don’t worry about it.

and fights that hurt other disciples of the same sect will at

someone will

be deducted, and after I’m done,

quietly remembered

that

me for being rude!” John roared, “Witness the strength of a mid-level first-stage

swiftly appeared in front of Albert, and he showed

slap even arrived, the

a glance, they appeared like stars falling after one another, giving others an

air appeared to have condensed into a block of

John attacked, Sandra felt that although Samuel and John were of the same realm, their

ordinary disciple facing John, they would have admitted defeat

and what army?” Sandra snorted loudly, and his eyes were cold

he received the founder’s blessings, Sandra’s Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows was

he showcased it, his footwork had a

Sandra was only moving between a few square meters, the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows seemed to be constantly changing, and

John’s expressions instantly changed.

an agile movement like Sandra’s,

had already attacked, there was no

let out dozens of palms

of palms condensed into one slap in mid-air, and it violently smashed onto Sandra’s

Bang!

muffled explosion, and visible

face fell as he did not

slapped

John struck, his figure swayed

It was a phantom!

at this time, he heard

sect, you’ll

and every hair

wanted to turn around, John was already